Faded Whispers

I could not wake.

My eyes 

Would not


I dreamt recurringly,

Multiple realities

Flashed before me.

She sat quietly,

Empty of tears,

But hollowed and alone.

"I am not an angel."

She repeated.

She turned to me.


That was the last

Piece she revealed

Before the



Into another.

The End

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